I come
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to see them cum
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While crawling the mud
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and snowballing blood
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Imaginations I design
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A consitution divine
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close to prostitution
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They come in two
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I know they'll do, 'cause I've asked them to
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Join me for a coin
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Imaginations I design
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It's like a constitution
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of memories divine
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And then at last
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it's going fast
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Take it in the mouth
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give it to the next
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the blood is running south
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being over-sexed
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When I intrude, am I being rude ?
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But to be nice is what I despise
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Snowballing Blood
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| Defleshed |
